Prologue : Meet Etain
The sun got a shady red colour while the dark-haired woman walked across the forest. She could see the Roman camp at the end of it. The torches shining bright and the banners of the Roman flag waving highly and proud. She couldn't help but notice that the colour had almost the same colour as the blood of their soldiers.
She walked towards the white tent at the end of the camp, passing some curious looking soldiers. None of them however spoke to her. None of them walked towards her. Perhaps because of the weapon in her hand, perhaps because of the fierce look in her eyes.
While she walked into the tent the first thing she noticed was the Roman governor of Brittania sitting on the wooden table. Gnaeus Julius Agricola. She had heard stories about him. She had even seen him once before. Not very long ago.
He was responsible for the conquest of a big part of Brittania, her homeland. Perhaps even for her own village. This made her despise of him, even more than she already did.
But as duty called she still had to work for him and lead the army of his general through the deceiving woods of Brittania. Or at least... pretend she did.
The young girl ran smiling towards the tiny house made out of only wood and straw.
'They're going out riding tomorrow, mother!' She sat down at the table while her mother was making the bed on the other side of the room. 'Do you think there will be any Roman soldiers?'
'Of course not, the Romans know better since the last time they came her.' Her mother comforted her. Not knowing she couldn't be more wrong.
'General, meet Etain.' The governor spoke. 'My brigantines tracker. Can't speak a word, but she can hunt almost anything.'
Mute not deaf. Some people seemed to forget. She followed the Roman general outside. Titus Flavius Virilus was his name. And she had to guide them through the mountains and the forests. Their fate was only in her hands. And they let it be. None of them could possible no her real reasons to be their so called scout.